Into the Hollow

Chapter 1

By Jo Longtreader

Hey guys, so this is my first fanfiction. Hope you like it. Also, be ready for some fanart from me soon.

Bear the flame, Jo

"She is adorable," Wilfred Longtreader said, holding his young niece in his arms.

"She has your eyes," his sister-in-law Sween said, smiling at the grey buck that was holding her child. Wilfred handed his niece Heather back to her mother and walked over to his brother.

"Garten will come for her, Whittle, you know that," Wilfred said, clearly concerned about the young white doe.

"Not if he can't find us. That is why we are moving to Nick Hollow, where Sween is from," Whittle said, adjusting his spectacles.

"But what about her name, brother, she can not use the name of Longtreader."

"She will go by Heather O'Nick, as will I, and Sween."

"Heather O'Nick, I like the sound of that," Wilfred said.

"We best start packing now," Whittle said.

"I will see you again brother, and on a happier occasion than this," Wilfred said, giving Whittle a pat on the shoulder and hoping off.

"Let us pack, Sween, and then we can set off, " Whittle said.

About a year later

"Our new home is beautiful," Sween declared, admiring the big elm tree they would live in.

"Thank you Sween," Whittle said, gazing upon his handiwork on the staircase. They walked up into the big room upstairs, which they were planning on making into a nursery for Heather, who was now almost 2 years old. Whittle walked into the room and picked up baby Picket, who was just born a few weeks ago. Heather wobbled up towards her parents.

"Mommy, someone's at the door," Heather said. Hearing this, Whittle walked downstairs and opened the entrance to their home. At the door, he saw a doe about his age.

"Welcome Lady Glen," Whittle said. "Have a seat."

"Whittle, we need to talk," Lady Glen said. "Okay, Sween, can you come here?"

"No Whittle, we need to talk alone," Lady Glen said sternly.

"What is it Lady Glen?" Whittle asked.

"It is Morbin. He has an army."

"I will go with you to Cloud Mountain. We need to have Helmer train up more warriors."

"He is retired. He has been for years."

"Then we shall wait, make sure that he will not attack until we are ready."

"And when do you believe we'll be ready, Mr. Longtreader?"

"When the Green Ember rises, or the end of the world."

The End of Chapter One